Your name is JACK NOIR.
You are currently dodging LASER FIRE from an ANGRY CLUB OWNER, whose club you are currently BURNING DOWN with the help of your new acquaintance the CAB DRIVER. He is somewhere DOWNSTAIRS, and just lobbed another MOLOTOV onto the UPPER LEVEL where you are located.
Her OFFICE is currently filling with smoke, though she seems to be tracking you with her ROBOTIC EYE. You are currently hiding behind an ARMCHAIR. You do not have much time.
You also believe your HAT is ablaze.
What will you do?
Your INVENTORY:
>BADASS EYEPATCH
>ROBOTIC ARM STUB equipped with METAL FIST
>2 DOLLARS
>1x PISTOL with TWO SHOTS
>1x STANDARD-ISSUE KNIFE
>1x ELECTRIC TOOTHBRUSH
>1x ADVANCED CELL PHONE
>1x LOCKBOX
>1x BLOODY APRON
>2x TOOTH HALVES
>1x PROSPITIAN TOOTH
>2x MEDIUM SCRAP PIECES
>3x ORDER OF SUPREME WANGS
OLD THREAD >>4686464
>>46928683
Clean yourself up and jerk off.
>>>4686464
>>46928683
Shootdodge out of cover
>>46928683
>Jack: Fantasize about the club owner's stunning naked body while hastily using a medium scrap piece to extend the reach of your robotic arm stub, so that you may masturbate furiously
>>46928876
You'd never consider jerking off in an UNFAMILIAR OFFICE, especially one that doesn't BELONG TO YOU. Especially especially when said office's OWNER is trying their best to KILL YOU.
>>46928901
You equip the MEDIUM SCRAP PIECE and attempt to SUCCUMB TO DESIRE, but a laser shot rips through the armchair and DISINTEGRATES your scrap!
Your LIBIDO vanishes along with it.
>>46928888
You edge to one side of the chair and ROLL TO THE SIDE, taking aim at the DOORFRAME. She dodges to the side, haphazardly FIRING at the same time. Miss for miss.
You are now behind ANOTHER ARMCHAIR.
>>46929008
>Jack: Berate self for your shitty aim
>>46929008
THROW ARMCHAIR
She will be expecting BULLET.
>>46929103
SECOND.
>>46929071
You express your disappointment in your POOR AIM by THROWING YOUR FLAMING HAT IN DISGUST.
It sails through the room and promptly EXPLODES. Thanks lady.
>>46929103
You give her an ARMCHAIR in return.
She detects it, but your MANGRIT levels are too high for her to dodge in time! With a shriek she buckles backwards into the smoke, leaving the doorway OPEN.
>>46929153
Charge her before she can get up.
>>46929180
You charge at the QUEEN BEE with a growl, and punch her in the GUT with a well placed METAL FIST.
The two of you smash through the ADJACENT DOOR into a BATHROOM.
>>46929233
Slap her in the face with a SUPREME WANG
>>46929253
You dump an order of SUPREME WANGS right on her face.
She howls in pain and throws you off into a SINK, which you promptly SMASH. As you get to your feet, you're greeted with a TOILET BOWL COVER TO THE FACE, which sends you into a MIRROR.
Wiping WING SAUCE from her EYE, the OWNER begins to limp out the door.
>>46929314
Throw TOILET BOWL COVER like a PISS COVERED BOOMERANG to prevent her escape
>>46929419
She might hit hard, but not HARD ENOUGH.
You take the CRACKED TOILET BOWL COVER and CHUCK IT, where it becomes a SMASHED TOILET BOWL COVER against her head.
She crumples to the floor on ALL FOURS.
>>46929471
Fuck her ass
>>46928683
I put Quest in the subject field then kill myself to end this awful shit.
>>46929471
Stomp her to the ground.
>>46928683
The link to the last thread is broken, anyone have the correct one? Looking to catch up
>>46929527
>>46929542
Theoretically the same action.
>>46929527
>>46929542
Your UNBRIDLED RAGE trumping your APPRECIATION FOR FINE REARS, you head over to the OWNER and stomp her flat on the ground.
You hear a NOISE from the other side of the room. Across the CATWALK is the CAB DRIVER, gesturing frantically through the smoke. He seems to suggests that it's time to LEAVE.
>>46929587
http(s)://warosu.org/tg/thread/S46864644
>>46929645
That's a nice ELECTRIC EYE she's got there. Use your STANDARD KNIFE to take a quick trophy before you go.
>>46929645
Follow CD and blow this joint. If you still have any WANGS give one to CD as thanks for helping you escape.
>>46929645
Get some booze on the way out.
>>46929736
You motion back to CD that it's time to ROLL. The OWNER being relatively DESTABLIZED, you grind your foot into her back and begin towards the catwalk.
>>46929711
Suddenly, an OLD HABIT awakens at full force; a love for TROPHIES. Equipping your STANDARD-ISSUE KNIFE, you walk back to the BODY and make to pull up her head.
Instead, she pulls yours DOWN. Hard.
As your face tastes CONCRETE and you lay MOMENTARILY STUNNED, she limps back to her RAILGUN, before stepping over you towards your NEW COHORT.
>>46929587
Nevermind, I figured out I was in that thread.
>>46929645
Flip CD the bird and carry on.
>>46929838
UPPERCUT HER in the HAM SANDWHICH.
>>46929838
Tackle her off the catwalk.
>>46929838
SCOUNDRELTECH Lv 54: TRUSTY KNIVES! Take her out!
>>46929838
BITE her LEG
>>46929838
Kiss the girl
>>46929859
>>46929887
You take the moment to SOCK HER IN THE NETHERS. A SHOCK runs through her body as she steps forward in pain, mouth agape.
>>46929887
You take this moment to TACKLE HER, sending the both of you onto the CATWALK. The fire has GROWN TREMENDOUSLY, roaring underneath you and singeing your back.
>>46929893
Dodging a RIGHT HOOK you CHOMP her leg. She screams and reacts with a SWIFT KICK, sending you ACROSS THE CATWALK.
As you get up she scampers takes aim with her RAILGUN, but suddenly seizes FORWARD. A shot goes off, into the ceiling, activating a LIGHTSHOW through the flames. Music begins to blare.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i24pyZDO030
As she turns, you see the CAB DRIVER has deposited a KNIFE into her back. She pulls it out and points it at the two of you. She tells you you won't be leaving her club ALIVE.
>>46929892
You pull out your KNIFE. The CAB DRIVER has procured a CHAIR LEG from the BACKROOM.
It looks like it's time for a STRIFE!
[Command Prompts have been activated for: CAB DRIVER]
[You can now issue combat commands to the CAB DRIVER!]
>>46930095
Cab Driver: Pee on the floor defiantly while the owner watches
>>46930095
[CAB DRIVER] Air guitar to the awesome beats.
[JACK NOIR] DISCOTECH LV:24 SHIMMY SHANK
>>46930160
The CAB DRIVER promptly turns around and TAKES A LEAK OF DEFIANCE.
You and the OWNER look on in disappointment.
>>46930171
Taking advantage of the DISTRACTION, you LEAP FORWARD and SLASH at the owner, digging your knife into her jaw and SLICING.
Yelling in pain she aims to STAB IN RETORT, but you deftly PARRY her. You engage in a DUEL OF KNIVES.
The CAB DRIVER begins to rock a sick air guitar.
>>46930095
CD?: Distract her with a silly dance.
Jack: Do what you do best.
>>46930095
JACK: Initiate STABLUNGE MANEUVERS
>>46930095
Cab Driver: Gesture for tall dark loathsome boss to throw something for you!
Jack: Chuck CD Pistol while lunging to side.
>>46930221
[CAB DRIVER] DISCOTECH LV:15 BREAKDANCE FIGHTING
[JACK NOIR] Learn this bitch a thing or two about knives.
>>46930223
>>46930253
The CAB DRIVER rushes forward and, in a display of his STREET KNOWLEDGE, engages in a BREAKDANCE.
The OWNER ogles this for a moment, then STUMBLES BACKWARDS once hit with a CHAIR LEG.
>>46930236
>>46930253
>>46930223
You lunge FORWARD and do what you do BEST.
Your KNIFE rips through her LOWER RIGHT SIDE. The OWNER seizes forward, giving you the chance to CHUCK your pistol over her head.
The CAB DRIVER heads backwards to catch it, but. as she stumbles forward, the OWNER makes to ready a THROWING KNIFE.
>>46928876
>>46928901
use KNIFE to sever GENITALS in order to control these DISTRACTIONS
>>46930342
[JACK NOIR] High five the QB for having excellent taste in hidden weapons.
[CAB DRIVER] Catch the pistol you dimwit.
>>46930342
Grab the bloody apron and use it to whip-swipe at her knife hand! PERNICIOUS UPROAR Lv 21: Matador's Expulsion
>>46930377
>>46930427
You aim to commend the OWNER on her EXCELLENT TASTE in weaponry, but remembering the TOILET COVER you instead reach for your APRON.
PERNICIOUS UPROAR LEVEL 21: MATADOR'S EXPULSION
The KNIFE is whipped out of her hand and BLOOD sprays onto hair. She turns to you, eyes burning with rage.
You are now the CAB DRIVER.
You catch the PISTOL and take your BEST SHOT.
The BULLET flies through her MIDDLE and embeds itself into JACK's METAL STUB.
The QUEEN BEE is still for a moment, then crumples to her knees.
>>46930503
DRIVE through the BUILDING and make HER JAM.
>>46930503
Ask QUEEN BEE where she keeps her royal jelly
>>46930503
Time to finish the job.
Jack: KILL a QUEEN
>>46930503
Rush to the cab, swinging one high five at the Driver. You're gonna own this town.
>>46930573
You ask the BEE where she keeps her ROYAL JELLY.
She spits blood in your face. She tells you to go fuck yourself, JACK NOIR.
>>46930523
>>46930583
You DRIVE your KNIFE through her chest, and twist.
She sinks to the floor. You always did like KILLING QUEENS.
>>46930606
Tiredly, you give the excited CAB DRIVER a high five and ask him where the CAB'S at.
He says its on the WRONG SIDE OF TOWN! Just great, you say. He says he suggest the rooftop, pointing to some STAIRS.
You are now on the ROOFTOP of a BURNING CLUB.
>>46930710
Look for some dames to victory bone.
>>46930710
Take in surroundings, watch out for cops and firefighters.
>>46930739
>Forgot CAPITALIZATION.
>>46930739
You take a look over the SIDE for BUXOM DAMES.
There is a LARGE THRONG OF SPECTATORS watching from a SAFE DISTANCE, with a few WEIRDOS attempting to extinguish the flames. You assume they are NEIGHBORING SHOPKEEPS.
Good luck with that one.
>>46930754
You look to the sides of the CORRIDOR. No cops, at least not yet.
>>46930815
Ask CD where the WRONG SIDE OF TOWN might be
>>46930815
Ask the CAB DRIVER where to go next. It's a good idea to get out of here before THE FUZZ shows up. You call the police THE FUZZ when you are extra angry at them.
>>46930815
Turn to the Cabbie and say "what now". Also check if he has any friends we'll meet up with.
>>46930875
>>46930888
>>46930877
Before the FUZZ can make any sort of IMPROMPTU BUST, you ask CD where the hell the WRONG SIDE OF TOWN is and how you can get there AS FAST AS POSSIBLE.
The CAB DRIVER says oh, the CAB? It's in the JUNKYARD. You ask him why. He says he sold it so he could afford this LUXURY HAT! Besides, he says, we're NOT TAKING A CAB.
He points excitedly at a TRASH PILE a few stories below, in an adjacent alley.
Ready to jump?
>>46930968
Jump and fall in a hardboiled manner.
>>46930968
Jump in a criminal manner.
>>46930968
Do a majestic fucking CRIME DIVE into the TRASH PILE.
>>46931001
>>46930986
>>46931035
As you and the CAB DRIVER take a dive into a mound of garbage, you feel as though this is just the beginning of an ENTERPRISING PARTNERSHIP.
You DESCEND.
In a HARDBOILED CRIMINAL MANNER.
[END OF EPISODE 3]
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[PROMPT: LOAD CUTSCENE: Y/N]
>>46931095
Holding a dying prospitian in her hands, Jane Crocker descended onto a nearby rooftop. Her hands were stained with blood and vomit. He was twitching, and she tried her best to soothe him, telling him he was going to be okay, she had him now. Bathed in the glow of neon lights, she placed him gently upon the ground. Attempting her best smile, she placed her hands upon his chest and closed her eyes in concentration.
Blue energy crept from her hands, wrapping around the body. The prospitian's eyes began to widen as he watched his own blood dissipate, seemingly evaporating into nothing. Warmth returned to his body.
Jane placed her hand on his shoulder with a sigh. "You should be okay now," she told him, giving it a squeeze, "I'm so sorry this happened to you." He thanked her profusely. She asked him if he knew where to go for safety, and he replied that he did, so she watched him go as he climbed down a nearby fire escape.
Feeling very tired, Jane wiped her hands on her suit jacket, which was already stained with blood from the night's events. She wished she could help him with the vomit but her powers only extended so far. She walked to the edge of the roof and sat down to watch the crowds. Not out of leisure; she was scanning for casualties.
Seeing nothing from her heads up display, she pushed through a connection. Her glasses glowed a bright cyan.
"He's a total monster".
There was a pause on the other end. A voice replied, sounding equally tired.
"Yeah. I know."
Jane placed two fingers on her forehead, rubbing in a circularmotion. She exhaled in frustration.
"He's been stabbing people since the moment he left. Almost everyone he talked to."
She looked down at the civilians, who might as well have had targets painted on their backs. How much more of this was necessary? What if she missed somebody?
"You need to call this off."
She heard nothing in response.
"It's hopeless!"
(cont.)
>>46931158
Nothing. Growing frustrated, she paced back to the center of the rooftop. The odor of blood and vomit lingered on her person.
"Damn it Dirk, did you hear me? CALL IT-"
"You're right."
She stopped. The words were almost alien to hear, especially from him.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tdu4uKSZ3M
Across the row, a number of dark figures stood in front of a hardware store.
A hooded boy stood over a trash can, reading a crumpled note he had just unraveled. His sunglasses gleamed.
"The games are going to stop."[GAME SAVED][CONTINUE PLAYING?]
>>46931195
YI take it that if we die we will restart from the last save? Or will it be like PS where you just go back to the choice that lead to your death?
>>46931234
Raise our MIDDLE FINGER to the AIR and keep PLAYING.
(we Deadpooling this)
>>46931234
>>46931291
>>46931301
>>46931310
Your name is JACK NOIR.
You are currently splitting a pair of SUPREME WANGS with your new acquaintance, the CAB DRIVER, in an ESPECIALLY ILLEGAL CAFE on the far end of the CORRIDOR.
You have dumped your old BLOODY UNIFORM in the RESTROOM to dispose of EVIDENCE, and are currently thumbing through your ADVANCED PHONE while the DRIVER scarfs down WINGS AND COFFEE.
What will you do?I'm leaning towards the Problem Sleuth option personally, lets see what happens
>>46931314
Try to remember where you were before waking up in jail. It might give you an idea of what to do next.
If that fails, ask the CAB DRIVER what youre next destination is.
>>46931314
We need to get things in order. Ask CD where we can get some reliable muscle and some decent clothes.
>>46931314
Look up your LOCATION, as well as TODAY'S DATE and TIME.
>>46931351
You try to remember your days before your IMPRISONMENT.
The memory is foggy. There were some days of just WANDERING, you and one MS. PAINT, across STRANGE LANDSCAPES, and you remember some kind of SAFEHOUSE where you spent your days. Beyond that, things get fuzzy, though the concept of BETRAYAL is crystal clear.
>>46931381
You look at your ADVANCED PHONE.
You are currently located on LEVEL 3; it seems as though the GPS does not keep track of the CORRIDOR, considering its ILLICIT PURPOSES.
The time is 4:20. It has been 4:20 for twenty minutes now, and you doubt it will change any time soon.
>>46931366
You ask CD where you can get some MUSCLE, and a some DECENT CLOTHES.
After drinking a WHOLE POT, the DRIVER scratches his head. His CONTACT said that the TWO OF YOU should be plenty for the next step of the OPERATION. And what are you talking about, you look great!
>>46931465
Tell him no, we want more muscle. no kill like over kill as we always say.
Demand to know the location of a tailor. threaten him if we have to.
>>46931465
Inquire to the nature of the OPERATION. Brush off COMPLIMENT in a non-bashful manner.
>>46931465
Ask about the MYSTERIOUS INDIVIDUAL who hired him, and what the nature of the OPERATION is, if he even knows anything about it. (You know the INDIVIDUAL is MYSTERIOUS because of all the CRYPTIC BULLSHIT they keep leading you along with)
>>46931538
You ask about the OPERATION, pretending not to hear or be satisfied the compliment.
He says that he's here to help you GET OUT OF TOWN. His CONTACT says that there is a SHIP stored away in the lowest level of the DISTRICT with WARP CAPABILITIES; its the only one in the WHOLE CITY due to the QUARANTINE!
>>46931525
You demand ADDITIONAL MUSCLE and a DAMN GOOD TAILOR, banging your hand on the table.
He says okay, he knows of a GREAT TAILOR that he'll introduce you to, but he's currently OFF-WORLD.
As for the MUSCLE, his CONTACT said that this was to be as HUSH-HUSH as possible, so he is WARY to get the NEIGHBORHOOD involved.
You say thanks a lot, that's very helpful. Not.
>>46931604
You ask about this MYSTERIOUS CONTACT. He says that he hasn't met him yet! He is very interested in BREAKING YOU OUT though, and seems to know this city like the BACK OF HIS HAND. They have been communicating through HANDWRITTEN LETTERS, which he thinks is KIND OF NEAT.
>>46931675
Ask what the hell he means by "OFF-WORLD". For that matter, what planet are we on anyway?
>>46931675
Ask him if this contact is a Director at the Dock, or if he's the kind of guy who fits in with all ...THIS, while gesturing at some passerby's tasteless garb.
>>46931747
Chomping on a WANG, you inquire as to what the hell "OFF-WORLD" means.
You know, he says, off the planet. What planet, you ask. This planet, he says, or, uh, station. THE DISTRICT is kind of a SPACE STATION, but its also classified as a WORLD under the UNIVERSAL CODEX, he says. It might have something to do with its ARTIFICIAL ATMOSPHERE. He babbles on while you crunch on the bone.
UNIVERSE BUILDING sure is confusing.
>>46931785
You ask further about the CONTACT. You gesture to some random DUDE. Is he one of us? Some kind of higher up?
The DRIVER says that he's REAL POLITE and knows a BUNCH OF CLASSIFIED INFORMATION, and that's about all he knows.
You sip on some coffee. This is such an awful combination.
>>46931879
Ask more about the QUARANTINE. Is there some reason why this DISTRICT is no-way-in-no-way-out, and are there others that are in a similar situation?
>>46931879
Okay, the CONTACT got you out of prison. What's the next step in his MASTER PLAN?
>>46931195
THE GAMES WILL NEVER STOP
>>46931957
You tap your DIGITS on the table. What's this about a QUARANTINE, you ask.
He blinks. It's because of YOU! You didn't know?
You lower your coffee. No, you didn't know.
He says the PRINCE prepared for your RELEASE for the last FEW MONTHS, making sure that all SHIPS were taken OFF WORLD. He also relocated a bunch of DIFFERENT PEOPLE out of their homes, a decision THE DRIVER thought was kind of STRANGE. He's been running the DISTRICT kind of FUNNY lately.
Nobody was supposed to tell you ANY OF THIS either. He holds up a chicken bone and shrugs.
>>46932013
You ask him what's the NEXT STEP in his BIG MASTER PLAN.
He says that the two of you should head to LEVEL FOUR when you're ready and go find that SHIP!
>>46932039HOO HOO
>>46932065
Ask about the identity of the PRINCE.
>>46932065
Stretch impressively, crack knuckles, and ASCEND to LEVEL FOUR.
Or DESCEND, depending on who designed this place.
>>46932191
You ask about this so-called PRINCE. How is someone the PRINCE of a CITY anyway? What kind of management is that?
The DRIVER says he's some kind of ROYAL that's been running things around here for as LONG AS HE CAN REMEMBER. Everyone knows he's got the COPS in his pocket.
He says he think he met him, a long time back, it could've been his GRANDPA OR SOMETHING. Human lifespans, huh?
>>46932260
Taking that into consideration, you decide its time to HEAD OUT. Taking the COFFEE CUP with you, you and the DRIVER make your way to the OPPOSITE END of the CORRIDOR while making sure to keep your head down. You don't know if that QUEEN had any friends, but you wouldn't chance it.
After making your way through a HIDDEN PASSAGE and past an EMPTY LOUNGE, you find a SERVICE ELEVATOR.
You DESCEND to LEVEL FOUR.
You are greeted with a GIGANTIC PROCESSING FACILITY. CATWALKS extend in front of you, and SMALL FIGURES bustle about.
>>46932421
Resist the urge to fling something sharp off of the CATWALKS.
>>46932484
You FAIL TO RESIST THE URGE.
You fling your last SCRAP PIECE towards a worker on the GROUND FLOOR. It sticks into his head and he SPILLS STUFF EVERYWHERE.
Comedy gold.
>>46932421
Figure out what the SMALL FIGURES seem to be PROCESSING, and WHY.
>>46932421
Inform CD that you don't see a SHIP anywhere.
>>46932522
Think. If you were a SHIP, where would you be?
>>46932528
A SMALL FIGURE approaches. He asks if that was YOU who just killed LARRY. Don't worry, he was a real dick and nobody liked him.
It appears to be an IMP. He speaks in a familiar tongue.
>>46932555
>>46932575
You tell CD that you don't see any goddamn SHIPS.
He says that maybe we're on the WRONG SIDE? The IMP says yeah, you guys are on the WRONG SIDE. 'Sides, you aren't gonna find any ships, what with the whole QUARANTINE AND...
He asks if you are JACK NOIR.
>>46932421
whoa, so jack was in that prison for a matter of decades? and he just recently decided to dig through the foam?
>>46932611
Say yes but keep your hand on your knife in case he pulls any funny business.
>>46932611
Tell the IMP politely to mind his own business
>>46932611
No. Any resemblance to any JACKS, living or dead, is COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL.
>>46932676
>>46932658
>>46932660
You tell the IMP to mind his own damn business, and that any resemblance to any sort of JACK is a complete COINCIDENCE.
The CAB DRIVER says yes, yes it is! You PAP him on the noggin.
The IMP says holy crap, wait a second guys. He yells for JERRY to GET OVER HERE. ANOTHER IMP comes around. This here is JACK NOIR, he tells him. Really, he asks. Really, he replies.
They ogle at you in awe.
>>46932804
Be introduced to each FACTORY WORKER IMP in turn. Get IMPatient.
>>46932804
Ask him if he knows any MUSCLE
>>46932918
The FIRST IMP shakes your hand vigorously, introducing himself as GARRY. Its a real honor to meet you sir, real honor.
The SECOND IMP shakes your METAL FIST vigorously, introducing himself as JERRY. Hey, this is a real cool ARM, he says, who is THIS GUY? He pokes the BALD DOUCHEBAG. Both of you are SHOCKED.
>>46932923
Fighting the urge to throw these idiots OFF THE CATWALK, you make to ask them if they know any good MUSCLE around here, when suddenly you are interrupted by TREMENDOUS STOMPING. A SHADOW descends upon your group, and a loud voice bellows for everyone to GET BACK TO WORK.
An ARCHERON FOREMAN appears!
>>46932994
Look at the ARCHERON FOREMAN and ask the imp if he knows any other MUSCLE
>>46932994
What's this guy's problem? No need to yell, we're right fucking here. Assert dominance by punching him in the dick.
>>46933085
You punch this GUY right in the DICK.
You.... think that was his dick?
He doesn't register the hit.
>>46933035
Looking up, and then back to the imps, you ask them if you know any good MUSCLE around here.
Uh, yeah, JERRY replies, right HERE. He flexes small noodly limbs. GARRY gives him a high five.
The FOREMAN asks why YOU TWO aren't wearing your UNIFORMS.
>>46933116
Briskly walk away from this meathead. You don't have time for this bullshit. You're an important man with places to be.
>>46933116
Tell him that he probably ATE your uniforms, and also that he is FAT.
>>46933186
>>46933154
You tell this MEATHEAD that he probably had them for SECOND DINNER. And also that he is FAT. With a FAT ASS.
Flipping him off, you and the CAB DRIVER head back in the direction you came.
The FOREMAN asks the IMPS what was that guy's problem. He then tells them to get back to work.
There is a TRANSPORTALIZER on your RIGHT SIDE, but it appears to be LOCKED behind a SCREEN. A KEYCARD SCANNER is attached.
>>46933240
Shout back at the IMPS, asking where you can find a goddamn KEYCARD
>>46933270
You turn back to HOLLER at the IMPS, but it seems they have tagged along.
You HOLLER at them anyway.
JERRY offers up his KEYCARD, sporting his UGLY MUG with the designation X-72. You swipe it, unlocking the TRANSPORTALIZER. He says this will get you to the HANGAR DECK, though why you wanna run around in there is beyond him.
>>46933409
TRANSPORTALIZE yourself to the HANGAR DECK, then run around in there
>>46933409
Enter the HANGAR DECK, and look for a hidden ship.
>>46933452
>>46933482
After you and the DRIVER TRANSPORTALIZE yourselves onto the HANGAR BAY, you run around with WILD ABANDON.
The DRIVER sits down during this and pulls out an ENVELOPE. He opens it up and reads aloud that you two have to find "DECK 628B". He also finds a USB stick, which he pockets for later.
You look at the nearest HANGAR DECK, which, to your frustration, reads 001A.
The HANGAR BAY stretches as far as you can see.
>>46933550
TRANSPORTALIZE BACK and ask if there's a way to get this thing to TRANSPORTALIZE you a little closer to your destination.
>>46933550
Look for STAIRS or an ELEVATOR or some other method of ASCENDING.
>>46933643
You find a set of STAIRS leading up the BAY WALLS.
You ascend to DECK 101A, then 201A, then 301A. Every floor seems to have some kind of ONE-RAILED VEHICLE that you can't ACESS.
>>46933591
Leaving the DRIVER, you head back to the FACILITY. JERRY and GARRY are predictably loafing about.
You ask them if you can TRANSPORTALIZE farther into the HANGAR DECK. They think about it, but GARRY says nope, it's locked down. Usually you can take a RAIL STATION on the wall, but since uh, you're here, they SHUT THAT DOWN.
>>46933682
TRANSPORTALIZE back into the HANGAR DECK and try to hotwire yourself a RAILED VEHICLE
>>46933682
Go up the stairs to 601A, and fiddle with the controls at the RAIL STATION.
>>46933682
Get climbing. You were almost halfway there when you got to 301A!
In fact, you probably could have got THERE by now.
>>46933767
>>46933754
>>46933768
You head back to the HANGAR DECK and ascend to DECK 601A.
The RAIL STATION CONTROLS seem IMPENETRABLE. The EMERGENCY CONTROL PANEL seems to have some kind of SCANNER on it, though for WHAT you can't tell.
>>46933809
Try to scan your eye with the SCANNER
>>46933841
NO
DON'T DO THAT
>>46933809
Try KEYCARD. If it doesn't work, swipe it backwards. Also try swiping the OTHER END. Pound on SCANNER.
>>46933809
SCAN the METAL FIST. By that of course you mean punch it repeatedly.
>>46933809
>>46933859
Fine. Scan the CAB DRIVER'S eyes with the SCANNER
>>46933841
>>46933859
You attempt to scan your LEFT EYE with the SCANNER.
It appears to have no LIGHT, instead being TOUCH BASED.
What a disappointment!
>>46933861
You place your KEYCARD on the SCANNER. A GREEN OUTLINE is created, one of a HAND!
>>46933873
You scan your METAL FIST, but are REJECTED. You scan your REGULAR HAND, and the CAB DRIVER scans HIS. No dice.
You punch the stupid thing until it looks like an OLD CEREAL BOX.
>>46933911
If the scanner still works, press half your REGULAR HAND to half of THE DRIVER'S HAND, and scan a HAND MONSTROSITY.
>>46933964
You and the CAB DRIVER form a magnificent HAND MONSTROSITY and present it to the SCANNER.
You are DENIED. The DRIVER is heartbroken. Some things were just not meant to be.
>>46933997
Wrangle an IMP into coming up and trying his HAND at the SCANNER.
>>46933997
Guess it's time to get walking. You could go bring the ANNOYING IMPS and scan their hands, but they're probably more trouble than they're worth. It didn't seem like they had very high security clearance anyway.
Mess with that LOCKBOX while you walk to pass the time.
>>46928683
Please put "quest" in the subject line for threads like these. Thanks.
>>46934039
>>46934031
Torn between OPPOSING IDEAS, you compromise and tell the DRIVER to stay here while you talk to the IMPS. You give him the LOCKBOX and tell him to GO TO TOWN.
You return to the IMPS. You tell them one of them needs to GO WITH YOU and TURN ON THE SCANNERS. They look at each other, then ask you what THIS IS ABOUT, exactly.
[2x NARRATIVE PROMPT UNLOCKED!]
You are now the CAB DRIVER.
You are whacking the LOCKBOX with your ARMCHAIR LEG to no avail. You also have the feeling you are BEING WATCHED.
>>46934090
Jack: Tell them that unless they can TURN ON THE SCANNERS, they DON'T NEED TO KNOW.
Driver: Keep doing what you're doing, then turn around and yell that YOU KNOW THEY'RE THERE. Whoever THEY is.
>>46934090
Jack: use a SHARP OBJECT to convince the IMPS to do what you want.
Driver: flail like an idiot
>>46934090
JACK: Convince them to help you by saying they could be doing EVEN LESS WORK if they were DILIGENTLY RESOLVING A TECHNICAL ISSUE 6 LEVELS HIGHER.
Mention that they should bring some co-workers from different positions in case these jokers don't have clearance.
>>46934073
Will do, thanks.
>>46934148
>Jack
You tell them it's none of their BUSINESS, and if they CAN then they need to FOLLOW YOU NOW.
The IMPS look at each other, brows FURROWED. Now hold on, Jerry says, giving you my OFFICIAL KEYCARD is one thing, but making me stick my hands on things is a whole different story.
>Driver
You continue to POUND AWAY, before whipping around and letting THEM know that YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON HERE.
The EMPTY HANGAR does not respond.
Underneath the STAIRS, an EYE opens, out of sight.
>>46934195
>>46934187
Your URGE TO STAB rising, you try to REASON with these clowns, being sure to EMPHASIZE on the amount of POTENTIAL WORK they will be avoiding ELSEWHERE.
They nod at this sound reasoning and FOLLOW YOU.
The three of you are now in the HANGAR.
>>46934251
Order the imps to place their hands on the SCANNER.
>>46934251
Driver: Whack out a dramatic beat on the LOCKBOX.
>>46934277
Arising to the SIXTH LEVEL, you take the LOCKBOX from the DRIVER, who reports that he as made NO PROGRESS. You tell him you know.
You then order the IMPS to place their hands on the SCANNER. JERRY ambles forward and, after asking what happened to it to which you do not reply, places his HAND upon the SCANNER. Clearance is granted, and the systen begins to BOOT UP.
GARRY says JERRY has to stay here and keep his HAND on the SCANNER in order for it to OPERATE IN EMERGENCY CONDITIONS. He says he'll come with you guys so you can CONTACT HIM, pointing to his COLLAR MICROPHONE, and also because YOU'RE REALLY COOL.
The THREE OF YOU get onto the RAIL PLATFORM. After asking for the information JERRY punches in the HANGAR NUMBER and your platform speeds away.
The DRIVER asks for the LOCKBOX back, and begins to play a SICK NASTY beat which GARRY starts rapping to. You want nothing to do with this.
The platform suddenly STOPS as the lights on it FLICKER OFF. You seem to be close to HANGAR 622A. GARRY says he has no idea what happened.
>>46934384
Contact JERRY and ask what the hell happened down there. He have someplace better to be?
>>46934451
You tell GARRY to contact his FRIEND. He punches through and asks him what's going on man.
There is a RATTLING COUGH on the other end, then silence.
Before anyone can RESPOND, the LOCKBOX suddenly is SLICED IN HALF! A NINJA descends through the MONEY CLOUD, readying his BLADE.
>>46934545
KNIFE the NINJA straight in the EYE with your KNIFE. Nobody screws with your idiots.
>>46934545
Become ENRAGED at the sight of the SHADOWY ASSHOLE
>>46934652
>>46934603
Your RAGE peaking, you aim to stab this SHADOWY PRICK right in his RIDICULOUS EYEBALL.
He PARRIES you immediately! H-he's fast! You both leap back to sides of the PLATFORM to plan your next move.
You ready your KNIFE. The DRIVER readies his CHAIR LEG. GARRY readies his CROWBAR. The NINJA readies his BLADE.
Money swirling around the four of you, you prepare for a
INTERMISSION
See you guys NEXT TIME, on Jackquest!
>>46934705
this is 10x better than everything in the later half of homestuck besides caliborn
>>46934788
I'm really glad you like it. I'm having a ton of fun writing it on the go with you guys
>>46934705
This is a ton of fun. I really appreciate the whole story thing.
>>46932651
His prison escape was organized, but yeah there has been a big timeskip
>>46934856
Thanks for the thread Jacky.
